Business out of the boudoir

Photos by: Nazca Luna at Shadow Emporium Shop , Chicago, Il.
Photo by: Nazca Luna at Shadow Emporium Shop, Chicago, Il.
The images of flowers framed in dark secrets
 faces of women looking into forgotten mirrors
 at their souls wondering who they are

shacks big enough for cowboys to dart through
 hollywood enhanced concepts of privacy
 and feminine subtlety of being
 hidden behind closed doors
 in the boudoir

while the handsome cowboy
 a smirk in hand,

or at the working studio
 where hues of colour
 splash the eyesight
 before painting
 which colour was talked about first
 historically brought up and mentioned
 before the others
 was red the first
 and blue the last
 in chronology to be mentioned
 by all cultures

and why so, if our sky is blue?

why would it be saved for last mention?

maybe in your home
 an ante room by the bathroom
 a sink washroom with a mirror and a lounging chaise
 a lazy place for thoughts to smoke up
 while preparing for the day or for the night

or perhaps inside the bathtub
 or under the shower, an impromptu boudoir
 of perfect songs
 in perfect pitch
 the voice we dream of having
 in our waking days
 while strolling into conversations
 of wit and love daze

the boudoir of the CEO
 her company and megalomania
 if that is what they’ll call
 incandescent ideas
 in the boudoir of the silent space in her mind

or so we think
 until we realize the cameras everywhere
 the microphones ubiquitous
 and invisible
 the not so private boudoir
 swimming in the soup of business
 where now business cannot be left out
 an ingredient too tasty to forget

the mystery that hides behind the painting
 that opens the wall
 or the telepathy of the
 seemingless poor person
 reflects the darkest boudoir in us all

a comfort place of flowers drinking water
 a vase and  windows shining sunlight
 to make the moving shadows
 of the objects found as still life
 while people come and go

this is 2016
 now the word sounds so old
 just like the concept of privacy
 before business and private
 became entwined forever more

but who is to say that all these gadgets
 that make the boudoir inaccessible
 to the desire of aloneness
 are not mere extensions
 of the capacity of our senses
 to see and hear with the precise
 the expansive knowledge
 bursting forth
 from the light essence that we are

whether the boudoir and its palette
 of impressive colours
 has shaken the hand of technology
 or not
 our boudoir remains protected
 at hand’s distance
 for us to enjoy the privacy
 of our thoughts
 the longing of our dreams
 the reality of this moment
 the people we love
 for without them
 the boudoir would not need to be.
Photo by: Nazca Luna at Shadow Emporium Shop, Chicago, Il.